#brianfuckingmay

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(she’s all out to get you!)

part five of my queen-themed depression posts and i’m absolutely sure this won’t be the last. everything hurts. like naked girls on bicycles under the sun (i want to ride my bicycle bicycle i want to ride my) scorching and blazing and skin sticking to metal and its all one big ouch. today i proved to myself how much of an idiot i can be guys i am nothing and no one and i will never amount to anything! just breezing my way through life without an inkling of what the fuck i’m doing and will do! most of the time the farthest i think of into the future is what i’m going to have for dinner the next day and why does everything feel so bleak because of that? sure, i don’t have dreams or aspirations or any semblance of a will to live, and what about it? i wish i could sashay away on a red carpet, my high pony tail swishing behind me. get turned into a meme for generations to come so no one will forget me when i die. oh god i’m going to die. everything just feels like it’s piling up tonight and i want to lash and and throw stuff and jump off the third floor and break my foot and get sympathy and make people look at me beep beep here’s me in a wheelchair! what the fuck am i even writing about? i’ve failed feminists. i’m sorry whateverthefuck your name was i cannot remember for the life of me but i’m sorry i’m writing about how much i want to fucking die instead of writing the story of women and putting ourselves in history. but whatever. let’s write about me, and me crying my eyes out for no apparent reason, and me having literally no one else in my life! (live alone die alone everything else is an illusion) but this is not a fucking indie teen movie about boys who draw on their chemistry books and girls who smile with too bright teeth! my life is a comedic biopic that will end in tragedy. i’m in that part of the movie where the audience is starting to get bored and are leaving the cinema one by one, in pairs, in threes. (sparked and faded). soon there will be no one left in the theater to witness the grand ending of me just staring blankly into the stars desperately wishing i was with them. physically, not figuratively. i literally want to be floating in space. in another life i’d be an astronaut. study the stars like brianfuckingmay. unfortunately i do not live in that other life and i’m stuck with one that has rendered me into a vegetative state. just coma things. when you want to wake up and you’re screamingscreamingscreaming but there’s nobody there oh god i wish i believed in a god there’s nobody there and one day someone’s going to pull the plug and you’ll still be screaming for a god to come save you And She Will Not Come. garbled letters and smashed keyboards. grrrs and aaas and whatever the literary equivalent of internal depression banshee sobs is. i wish i could talk to someone about all of this, how my thoughts don’t look like me, just like what jacques lacan said. i am trapped in the mirror stage. there is toomuchtoomuch all at the same time and when i look at the mirror i see two eyes a nose and a mouth? like what the fuck is up with that? i can’t do this. i can’t do this. i can’t do this. i can’t do this. i can’t do this. i can’t do this. i can’t do this. i can’t do this. i can’t do this. i can’t do this. i used to be the love of my life but i can’t stand the sight of myself anymore. it reminds me too much of what i have lost and will lose.�� (please take it away from me because you don’t know how much it means to me)